Ling Mo's pupils shrank, the muscles on his body tensed instantly, and his right hand was immediately pressed on the war knife at his waist.

In fact, this old man had just taken all the people in the settlement away, leaving only the two of them here, and he should not do anything harmful to him, after all, in Ling Mo's opinion, this old man was definitely not his opponent.

But at this moment, the wrinkled face of the gray-robed old man suddenly showed a few smiles.

"Although our Kshadra tribe is now down, it is also one of the ancient tribes that has been passed down for thousands of years." The old man's speech speed was extremely slow, so Ling Mo was able to understand basically everything.

"Originally, our Garris world was as strong as a cloud, and even the Sages had more than a dozen. But then, our fire was extinguished, and there was no light in heaven and earth again. A large number of dark creatures have invaded our world, and small tribes like ours have to flee to survive. As for the Holy City, although it has the protection of the remnants of the fire, it can only protect itself. ”

"In the current Garris world, even border-breaking level warriors are becoming more and more rare." The old man lamented, but what he said made Ling Mo feel the slightest confusion for a while.

"When we were once powerful, there were often Worldwalkers who crossed into our world. However, after the fire was extinguished, he was never heard of again. When the old man said this, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes staring at Ling Mo tightly, and the heat in his eyes was not concealed in any way.

Hearing the word "crossing", Ling Mo also trembled slightly, and his heart immediately became a little hot, his right hand was still on the handle of the knife, looking forward to the old man's next words.

"For seven hundred years, you are the only time-traveler I know. If nothing else, you should be the savior of our Garris world. ”

Ling Mo was stunned, his brain couldn't react for a while, he didn't expect the old man to say this, how could he have become the savior of this world inexplicably?

The old man ignored his surprise and continued, "After the fire was extinguished, our Gallis prophet prophesied that there would be a human from another world to save our world. He paused for a moment, then turned to Ling Mo, and there seemed to be some hope in his deep eyes that hid his wisdom. And that savior is you. ”

Ling Mo had countless question marks in his heart at this moment, and in the next half an hour, after he had eaten briefly, he had a long talk with the old man, and finally figured out a lot of his previous doubts.

The so-called Worldwalker refers to a person like him who has the ability to travel through various worlds, and before the fall of Garris's world, such people appeared in several places. But then the fire went out, and no more traversers appeared.

The Garris divide their strength into: Frontier Breaker, Transcendent Warrior, and Sage. According to the old man, since the last Sage passed away, no Sage has appeared for more than 900 years. It is said that the most powerful of the Garris today are a few elders in the Holy City, and they only have the strength of a beginner transcendent warrior.

The information that the old man knew about the Ten Thousand Worlds Walkers showed that the seven Ten Thousand Worlds Walkers in history were all extraordinary warriors. Eventually, with the permission of the Elders, they crossed over from the Tinder of the Holy City and left the world of Garris.

And the direction of the Holy City that Ling Mo heard was also consistent with the direction of the spatial coordinates he had sensed, so he was ninety percent sure that he only needed to find the fire to be able to leave this desolate world.

"But in my opinion, your strength has not even been able to break through the realm." The old man sighed, with such weak strength, how could he believe that this person could save the fate of the Garris. However, the prophecy was above and there was no other way for him to believe it.

Hearing the old man's words, Ling Mo was stunned again, and his heart was full of doubts, although he was not invincible on the earth, how could he not even reach the lowest level of breaking the realm.

Before he could ask the old man about the realm in detail, there was a sudden noisy noise outside.

Then I heard a piercing trumpet sound suddenly, and the eardrums of the people who shook me hurt, and I could hear someone outside shouting: "The monster is coming!" ”

The sound of footsteps and the sound of iron tools colliding was intertwined, and suddenly the whole settlement was chaotic, and all the people took out the weapons they had already prepared, and they could not be careless in the face of those monsters.

Scattered settlements like theirs are extremely difficult to survive in this world, and they have to move almost every few days. And once it is found by the monster, it is necessary to rely on the young adults in the settlement to withstand the impact of the monster, and the others retreat with tents and women, children and old people.

In order to escape from the pursuit of monsters, countless lives must be paid a tragic price every time, and finally the continuation of the settlement can be preserved. But this is the reality, the cruel reality, the weak Kshadra tribe has no way at all.

The people of the Holy City, relying on the remnants of the fire, may be able to sit back and relax. Those settlements of tens of thousands of people may rarely be attacked by monsters.

However, they had nothing to do, and in the long and hundreds of years, the Kshadha tribe had fled from thousands to countless battles, and now there were only about 140 people left, living in exile in the vast land.

Ling Mo's right hand pressed on the handle of the war knife and walked out of the tent, and the small hillside not far away was already filled with countless monsters. In their turquoise eyes, there was no emotion in sight, only a desire for killing, for destruction, for blood.

One by one, they rushed down the hillside with sharp claws and screams, like killing machines, regardless of life and death.

Among the Kshadra tribes, there were more than 90 people standing in two rows, holding all kinds of weapons, either swords or hammers. In the eyes of these Garris warriors, there is no fear, only madness and anger, in the face of these monsters who have taken away the land they live on, there is no mercy, there is no retreat, only kill!

Of these Garris warriors, only a very few have reached the breakthrough realm, and most of the others are only a little stronger than ordinary earthlings, but at this moment, in the face of the monsters in the mountains, none of them retreated.

Those who insult my race and destroy my homeland will be punished even if they are far away!

Every fighter fights with this belief.

I was born in this world, I live in this world, this is our home.

No matter what dark creature you are, no matter what kind of ghostly monster you are, dare to offend my Gallis Continent-

No mercy!

(End of chapter)